Spencer was acting.. different. He had just came back from prison so you didn't take it personally. You were there for him as much as you could be- even if he didn't always like it.

What you did blame him for was his new infatuation for gambling. Spencer was godly at it. He knew exactly what cards each person had by his second turn. Yes, he'd win every time, but he would be out for hours each night.

leaving you alone in your shared apartment.

You missed your husband. You missed seeing him curled up on the couch reading a book you'd never be able to understand. You missed him terribly.

This morning is different. Spencer wraps his arms around your waist, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck. He breathes deeply. His thumbs rub gently circles on you waist.

"I'm taking you shopping." He says huskily, his morning voice prominent. "I haven't been here much and.. I wanna make it to you, pretty girl."